"What the hell is a street urchin like you doing in a place like this? Are you here to steal?" Alison shrieked.At the sight of Damien. Andy began to lose his temper. This was the bastard who dared put hands on his father, despite everything they did for him. Worse yet, there was a beautiful woman with Damien so he had to keep his composure. How could this useless fool get with a woman like that anyway?"Is what you've resorted to? Trying to impress a woman with your ex-wife's money? Don't you have any pride as a man?" Andy asked.Alison's head snapped to Andy and a growing smile formed on her face. "Oh really. Courtney told me he didn't take the money.""Of course she did." Andy said. "She was trying to hide his shame. Now here he is with another woman, trying to live lavishly. That is the only explanation for all this.""Wow. What a shameless man." Alison said, shaking her head. "I should collect every penny she gave you because you don't deserve anything." Her eyes went over to An

"I guess this is the surprise he had for me," Damien whispered to Angela."You're unlucky today. Seems like you stepped on the wrong toes," the head thug said, a wide grip on his face. "Unfortunately for you, we were chosen to make you see the error of your ways." He stared at Angela. Damn, she really was a beauty. He might have to keep her for himself.Damien found himself getting excited. Never before had he faced such an opposition. It was always a small fry idiot, too drunk to know any better. But these guys; not only did they look like they would give him a challenge but they would also deserve every bit of pain he was about to inflict on them. Six men around them, all poised to pounce. The anticipation was making his heart pound against his ribcage. In the distance, he saw Andy's car parked facing them. He would deal with him after.Dropping his bags in the ground, he asked. "Are there more of you or this is everyone?"The thug faltered a bit, not expecting to hear that but th

“Also, you're going to have to talk to a lot of people, seeing as you're Mr. Delaney.”He didn't really care. His ex wife could be the host for all he cared, if he had to be there, he would. Plus, talking to people wasn't a big deal so long as he didn't have to pretend to like them.“What do I need to know about this Ball?”Taking a deep breath, Angela started downloading all the information she knew about the ball; all the powerful people that usually attended, how they loved to flaunt their money, how they tended to be classless at times and how one or two people would get drunk and cause a scene.“Sounds delightful,” he jeered as he pulled into his driveway.“Wait till you experience it.”The next day came and he had his suit prepared and shoes polished. Angela really was the best right hand he could ask for.He decided he wanted to take one of the fancier, older cars and Angela had already had it delivered.“I'd give you a raise but you probably already make a million dollars," he

He stretched out his hand to give Angela a hug but she held out a hand to stop him. She already couldn't stand him sober. She couldn't begin to imagine a drunk version of him. "Oh Angela, my ego is bruised. Is this about the restaurant? I apologise. It was all that bastard's fault. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sighted Courtney. He knew she'd had her eyes on his since he walked into the hall. That was fine until she started approaching him. He opted to ignore her to face Raymond. Maybe he would help scare her off. "Two things," Damien started. "I know who my father is and you're making a fool of yourself." Raymond's head slowly turned once he realised who had just spoken. An unbridled anger that shook his whole body consumed him. He reached into his tuxedo and pulled out something that glinted in the brightly lit room. Damien instinctively pulled Angela behind him. Everyone hit the floor as the bang of gunfire echoed through the room. "Lay down, all of you!" A gruff

He looked at the massive gash across his palm from trying to parry the knife swing too late. The crowd was buzzing now. Guffaw and shrill exclamations could be heard all around. What they were being treated to was nothing short of a spectacle. First they had been threatened with fake guns, now they were treated to the sight of fake bleeding. The Merry Weather Charity has really stepped up their game. Damien needed to focus. But who were they? Raymond had promised to make him pay. Were they hired by his father? If they were, he didn't know their strength so he could immediately incapacitate the buffoon welding a knife. He had to be patient, watch how they reacted. Feeling confident from his last attack, Raymond swung wide again. This time, Damien slipped out of the way to let the idiot's momentum do the damage, but he couldn't resist hooking a leg under him to trip him up. Raymond tumbled in spectacular fashion, stirring the crowd into a frenzy of laughter and applause. Unfortunat